The final of the “Really !@#$#$-up Rugby World Cup” is upon us and inspired by an email from Clive, I’m compelled to post. What to make of a pretty good Sth African side and England’s very own Dad’s Army rolling into the stadium?

Well, I was 50% right. The other 50% wasn’t what I was expecting. The memories of Paris weren’t quite what I’d anticipated either. The only cups us Kiwis got our hands on were full of cafe-au-lait. The only consolation was that Englishmen have never bought me so much to drink! It was a blast. I’d do it again.

As for the game. It will be a clash of two styles. Dull, plodding, English Rugby will run head-on into what is arguably the best team in the world right now – Sth Africa (I think they will land above NZ on the world rankings based on a win this weekend?). So long as they don’t get hypnotized by the ball flying overhead (something us Kiwis learnt a thing or two about from the French) and lulled into boredom by the forwards, Bill should be heading south again.

As for England – good job boys. You’re not the #1 team in the world, but you don’t play a bad game. As for your Refs, don’t get me started…